Nothing to bind me to the land, but much to lose, I'm afraid. Were I a bit wiser of a man, I might have known that before much of it was lost to me.

[It's difficult to speak of it still. The loss of his men, his own foolishness that allowed him to be turned against his most trusted friend, the emptiness behind the eyes of the man who had orchestrated it all...all of it is still painful to recall.]

But that's neither here nor there. Nothing can be done for it until I return.